blown cover

Blown Cover

Passing the
desk of
the receptionist
in the
office of a
storage warehouse
where we
were doing
windows today
I noticed
she had a
Faulkner novel
tucked behind
her computer.

She saw
me glance
at it
& got
an alarmed
look on
her face,
like I’d
her cover.

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